Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents)

by Omar Tyree

He grinned. “Well, that’s real nice of you, Jessica.” He sat there and stared across the table at her. He was on cloud nine without a pill. “Are these pills addictive?”

  “Is your Viagra addictive? Is good pussy? Is money addictive? You tell me,” she commented with a grin. “It’s all what you make of it. But I’m not addicted to anything. My son,” she added.

  She had a good point. How much control could one exert over anything? So he went ahead and challenged her.

  “Well, let me see you take one of those pills,” he stated.

  She smiled. “You think I won’t?”

  “Let me see you.”

  Jessica opened up the bottle of Blue Dolphin pills and placed one on her tongue. Then she popped a second one and swallowed them both.

  M.J. stared at her as if he were in a daze.

  “But you just take one for now. That’s all you’ll need the first time.” Then she handed him a Blue Dolphin.

  M.J. looked straight ahead at her and didn’t acknowledge the pill. “And you’ll stay here and let me fuck you, right?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. It’s in my system now. So we watch TV or listen to music for a half-hour, and then it’s on.”

  M.J. heard that and popped the pill into his mouth without looking at it. “And how long are you planning on staying?” He didn’t want another woman running out on him before he was completely satisfied.

  Jessica looked at her watch. “I have to be at work at eight o’clock in the morning. And I only need five hours of sleep. So you do the math.”

  “That’s about one o’clock,” he told her. “And it’s seven now. That gives us less than five hours.”

  Jessica chuckled. “Yeah, you are greedy. You will need a good woman for all that. But if I had a change of clothes with me…”

  M.J. smiled it off. “It’s the thought that counts. So I’m glad you’re at least thinking about it.”

  “Yeah. I like your vibe. And I know that you like mine,” she told him.

  “Damn right,” he admitted. “I don’t even need thirty minutes.”

  She laughed it off and put her stash of drugs back into her bag to move it from the kitchen table.

  “Is that right?” she asked him. “Well, let me see what you working with. You got gray hairs down there, too?”

  Suddenly, M.J. felt ashamed of his age. Why did she have to be so blunt about it? He couldn’t pull his dick out on the table like that for a young woman to see it. So he reversed the challenge back to her again.

  “Let me see what you working with. You ’da one with all the youth.”

  Jessica didn’t mind it. She kicked off her heels under the table and stood up to take off her skirt and pantyhose. And she wore no panties. Then she started to undo her white shirt.

  When she was totally naked, she sat up on his kitchen table and asked, “Now what you wanna do with me?”

  First he stood up and studied her naked body. M.J. had not seen a woman’s body that young and lean in person in nearly twenty years.

  Got’ dammit, look what the hell I’ve been missing all these years, he told himself. Jessica grabbed his hands and made him fondle her nipples. Then she took his index finger and made him play with her pussy.

  “When it hits you, you gon’ get real open,” she told him. She slid her long right leg into his crotch, to rub his hardened dick with.

  Why me? M.J. asked himself. What did I do to deserve THIS?

  While he continued to fondle her breasts and toy with her pussy lips, Jessica began to undo his light-blue work shirt, button by button. Then she slid her soft hands under his T-shirt and fondled his nipples.

  Marion jerked in response, surprised at how good it felt. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop her or not.

  That shit makes ME feel like the damn girl! Is that how this Blue Dolphin kicks in? It’s not even thirty minutes yet, he calculated.

  Jessica pulled him closer to her and French-kissed him with plenty of tongue action.

  Oh, shit! Imagine that on my dick, he thought. That made him throb harder and pray for freedom at the edge of the table. So he undid his belt, button and zipper to unleash his one-eyed monster.

  Jessica caught him there at the edge of the table and massaged his dick, up and down and around, with her fingers.

  Her soft touch felt so good to him that he backed up with slow thrusts and began to fuck her fingers.

  She gon’ make me cum in her damn hands! he warned himself. How crazy would that be? So he stopped the madness before he fucked around and wasted his first nut.

  “Let me go get my protection,” he told her.

  Before he could move away, she gave him another forceful peck on the lips.

  “I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

  Marion damn near tripped over his undone pants as he stumbled toward his bedroom for the condoms inside of his nightstand.

  “Be careful, baby,” Jessica warned him with a giggle.

  Shit, she ain’t gon’ change her mind up on me, is she? he panicked. He couldn’t believe he was that close to fucking a fine woman younger than his three kids. She’s right there on my kitchen table like a damn Thanksgiving Day turkey, he told himself.

  He rushed back out with four loose condoms in his hands and dropped the extras on the floor. But Jessica stopped him from putting one on.

  “Hold on, you wanna feel it hit you first,” she suggested.

  M.J. didn’t give a damn. He still felt that she would somehow disappear like Cinderella before he got a chance to fuck her. So he was increasingly anxious about it.

  “Slow down, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.

  “You sure?” he asked her. He sounded like a desperate beggar.

  Jessica laughed at him and stood up naked from the table.

  “Where’s the bedroom?”

  M.J. snapped to it and led her there, finally stepping out of his pants and drawers. He didn’t care about the awkwardness of his age at that point. The heat was on! So he took his T-shirt off, too.

  Jessica reached his bedroom and stretched out on his bed, spread eagle like an erotic freak show. M.J. stood there and watched her. He began to fondle himself, while standing at attention, seven inches long.

  Holy mother of Christ! I’m going to hell now, ain’t I? There’s no turning back now, he told himself.

  He jumped into his bed with her and got swallowed up by a seductive octopus. She was all over him. Then he felt the magic of the Blue Dolphin pill kicking in. His body felt extra clammy without the heat on. It was the intense body heat that did it. And Jessica was running her hands all through his mane of gray hair.

  “You should have this all trimmed down and keep it neat and handsome. You could get a whole lot more girls that way,” she advised. Even her voice turned him on now.

  She began to climb down his body in bed and suck his nipples, while massaging his torso, and slipping and sliding her long, naked legs inside of his.

  I’m still a MAN! Marion told himself. I’m not a woman! But damn, her lips feel like I got TITTIES in this motherfucker!

  Then she turned him over and licked down his neck until she reached his back and kept going. Her fingers rubbed up his sides, barely touching his skin, as she tickled him into girlish submission.

  Oooooohhh, shiiiiitttt! M.J. squealed in his mind. He wouldn’t dare allow himself to voice it. But his body told on him anyway. He shook in small convulsions as if his skin was having individual orgasms. He had turned into a hyper-sexual alien with multiple dicks and pussies on his neck, back, ribs, ass, legs…even his toes felt climactic.

  “Can you feel it now, baby? The Blue Dolphin?” she whispered.

  M.J. could barely speak. He was terrified of what might slip out of his mouth. His dick pressed so hard against the bed sheets that he had to reach down and adjust it before it broke in half on him. Then he felt her wet, feathery tongue inching down to the dip in his back before she licked him around his hairy ass.

  WHAT THE
HELL IS SHE DOING? he thought as he jerked his ass away from her. Then she clawed his body softly with the tips of her nails. He felt like the sweet devil had gotten a hold of him. But Jessica only laughed at his nervous inhibitions. She was enjoying the turnout. She already knew what the pill would do to him.

  “Are you ready for me to fuck you now?”

  I thought I was supposed to fuck you? he thought. But he still failed to speak. Maybe the Blue Dolphin pill had taken away his ability to communicate.

  “Where are your condoms?” she asked him. She turned him over and leaned down to kiss his stomach, working her way further down and over to his hip, before she slung his dick into her mouth.

  “WHHOOOO!” he jerked with it. He felt like his body was ready to fly out the window and soar with the airplanes at Lambert International Airport.

  Jessica let his vibrating dick fall out of her mouth as she repeated, “Where are your condoms?”

  M.J. could only point to his nightstand drawer with his left hand.

  Jessica leaned over his stimulated body and reached into the drawer to pull out several condoms. She then slid one over his erection.

  He could see and feel her climbing up into position. When she grabbed his seven-inch cock and balanced herself to gently ease her pussy down on top of him, M.J. shook his head as if a seizure was coming.

  “You okay, baby?” She worked her body ever so slowly, while refusing to go all the way down, teasing him into insanity. “I knew you would love this pussy. Don’t you love it?”

  Marion nodded and reached up with both hands to anchor himself with her hips, as she bounced all the way down on his shaft.

  “WHHOOOO!” he responded again, releasing his hold. Now she had him at her mercy, pumping up and down on his dick.

  “This pussy is good, ain’t it? Ain’t it? Ain’t it?” she repeated, fucking him like there was no tomorrow.

  Suddenly, M.J.’s ears starting ringing, and the room seemed to spin in circles. He couldn’t tell if he was at the top of the bed or at the bottom. And he could hear and feel his heart beating in slow motion.

  Thoomp thoomp!…Thoomp thoomp!…Thoomp thoomp!…Thoomp thoomp!

  He could barely breathe, see or hear Jessica clearly anymore. Then he panicked.

  HHOOOO, SSHHIITTT! MY HEART!

  “Huuhhh! Huuhhh! Huuhhh!” he panted rapidly. But the young demon wouldn’t let him up. She kept fucking him. And fucking him. And fucking him, until his brain and body went numb.

  When M.J. awoke, Jessica was flicking cold water into his face with her fingers from a filled glass. His head was propped up against two pillows on the bed.

  “Oh, shit, thank God!” she said with her hands rubbing down her face in frustration. Her hair was all wrangled out now.

  Marion looked up at her and asked, “What happened?”

  “You passed the hell out, man,” she told him. Then she laughed. “You can’t take this pussy, old man.”

  He took a breath. “I can take it. I just can’t take you pounding on me like that. Then you had me take that damn Dolphin pill. I thought I was a damn bird, flying around the room. What time is it?”

  He spoke quickly now, like a man who had lost his bearings.

  “Nine o’clock.”

  “Nine o’clock,” he repeated. “Is that all?”

  “Yeah, you were knocked out for like, fifteen minutes. But I knew you were still alive. You were breathing and your heart was still pumping. You were knocked the hell out. But your dick was still hard though,” she added with a smile. “That Viagra is something else.”

  “So did I nut?”

  She frowned. “No. How was you gon’ nut? You passed the hell out.” “Well, we ain’t finished yet then,” he told her. “I can’t be with a young broad like you and don’t even cum. What you think I took Viagra for?”

  Jessica laughed and rested beside him. “You’re crazy. I thought I damn near killed you. Now you saying you still wanna fuck? What’s wrong with you?”

  M.J. looked over at her body. “You still naked, ain’t you? Did you cum?”

  “No.”

  “Well, you ain’t finished yet either.” And he started to play with her nipples.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she warned.

  “Who said I’m not gon’ finish? But I need to be on top this time,” he suggested. “That way I can control everything. That’s why I passed out. I couldn’t breathe with you on me like that.”

  “Well, I don’t weigh that much. How you figure?”

  “It’s not just about the weight. It’s about the body heat and the pressure. I couldn’t get enough oxygen down there like that,” he explained.

  Jessica didn’t respond. But, as he continued to fondle her breasts, they hardened in his fingers.

  “See that, you still want it,” he teased.

  “Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to finish. And I took two of those pills to your one.”

  “Yeah, but you knew what you were doing with them.”

  “But still,” she told him, “I’m still horny.”

  “Well, that’s what I want to hear.” He climbed up into the dominant position on top, and reached back over to his nightstand to pull out another condom.

  “Let’s finish fucking. You said it takes four to five hours to get it out of your system. Right? Well, we still got another three hours before midnight.”

  Jessica laughed and admired the man’s mojo.

  He is crazy as hell, she told herself. But I don’t know if I can do this shit with him again. He scared the hell out of me, passing out like that.

  Nevertheless, she was still in an aroused state. Both of them were. And as he continued to stroke her nipples with his masculine hands, she found herself willing to allow him to finish the job. So she reached down to stimulate the hardness of his dick with soft strokes of her fingers around his tip.

  “Boy, you got a way with them hands,” he told her as his penis filled up with passionate blood in a matter of seconds.

  “All right, you be on top this time.”

  M.J. opened up his second condom, with the first discarded, and he slid it down his Johnson to get back to work. Even though he had passed out earlier, he was a lot more poised now to fuck a young, fine woman, who was less than half his age.

  I’ma tear this motherfucker up now! he promised himself. She should have packed up and quit when I passed out on her.

  He plugged his hard, vibrant dick back into her young, fresh pussy and composed himself to control his stroke.

  “Now you were talking about me liking this pussy of yours before I passed out, weren’t you?”

  It was about the only thing he could remember, outside of the fact that she was on top.

  Jessica smiled up into his face and intertwined her legs with his as he began to stroke her.

  “Yeah, I said it,” she told him. She reached up and ran her hands through his gray beard and woolly gray hair on his head. “I also said you should trim up your gray hair and keep it short and neat to look more handsome. Then you can get a lot of young pussy.”

  Jessica sure knew how to talk the right shit to him. M.J. had to fight himself not to nut from simply listening to her sexy-ass words. She sounded like an expert whore talking good shit to a John. Then she started squeezing her pussy muscles on him.

  “Let me show you what this young pussy know how to do.”

  She made it so snug around his dick that M.J. found it hard to pull back from her.

  Shit, she gon’ make the condom slip off, he panicked. But to hell if he was gonna stop fucking her. Then she started picking at his nipples again.

  “Hey, hey, don’t do that,” he whined like a bitch. He was tired of her making him feel like a girl. But that only made Jessica more aggressive.

  She leaned up and bent her head down to suck and bite on his nipples.

  “Fuck, let me just do what I’m doing here,” he told her. She was blowing his groove by trying to turn him out again
.

  She smiled and slid back on the pillow like a sacrificial lamb. And her smile was still easy and incredible. Then she started to suck her own pinkie and moan.

  “Mmmmmm…”

  That damn near made Marion nut all by itself.

  Shit, I’m not gon’ make it! he told himself. I’m not gon’ MAKE IT!

  He wanted the fuck to last much longer, but he could already feel his nut coming from the back of his ass.

  “Ooooh, you like this pus-seee,” Jessica moaned up to him as M.J. struggled not to come too fast. But it was no use. A strong nut was on the way.

  Got’ dammit, two nights in a ROW! he marveled. But this is MUCH better than last night! This is YOUNG PUSSY!

  “OOOOOOHHH!” he squealed and jerked into her tight body. The force was so strong that his arm lock broke against the bed as he fell down on top of her. Jessica locked on his ass immediately like a vise grip, with her legs, her pussy muscles, her hips, her arms, and even her words locked down on his ass.

  “You love this pussy, don’t you?” she groaned into his ear. She sounded like she was angry at him, forcing M.J. to respond like a bitch again.

  “Mmmm-hmmm,” he moaned back to her. But he needed to breathe. And she was sucking the air out of his old ass a second time.

  “Wait a minute. Wait a minute.”

  He panted like an animal, and was attempting desperately to break away.

  Realizing his distress, Jessica let him go. The man couldn’t take her pressure. And he began to feel his heart beating heavy inside of his chest again.

  Thoomp thoomp!…Thoomp thoomp!…

  Jessica moved much faster than last time and began to fan him with the pillow to cool him down with air.

  “Breathe deep! Breathe deep!” she told him.

  M.J. did as she said and took long, deep breaths as his heart continued to explode with thunderous beats.

  I’m not gon’ make it this time! I’m not gon’ make it! he told himself. He felt for sure that a heart attack was approaching. But after a few minutes of slow breathing, he realized that he was still alive. However, he was having chest pains. It was an omen of things to come if he kept fucking with Jessica. The woman was simply too much for him at his age, her sex drugs and everything.